After lunch, Emery led Leo to his room in the Ivanov mansion, helping him settle his things. They shared a quiet, intimate moment as Leo unpacked, and Emery’s presence brought him a sense of calm. Once they were done, Emery suggested they go out, her eyes twinkling with a hidden plan. Leo, always intrigued by her spontaneity, agreed.
Emery drove them to a secluded spot on the beach, the car's tires crunching over gravel as they approached the isolated shoreline. The air was crisp, a stark contrast to the usual heat of Las Vegas. Leo glanced at Emery, curious about the oversized coat she wore. "Emery," he began.
She responded softly, "Yes?"
Leo reached out, touching her forehead lightly. "Are you having a fever?"
Emery shook her head, smiling. "No."
"Are you feeling cold?" Leo pressed.
